O, would that I could be Not just one, but maybe two, So that I could get everything done Everything that I should do It really would be nice, I know.
Category: Poets
A Place To Go: James Adamson
I love you like setting all the fish in the ocean free The whales and sharks and plankton and jellyfish The retroactive placement of all extinct species
You Cup Bearer: Hanna Friesen
He said give a cup of cold water in My name and you have given it to Me.
Winnipeg Wind: Spencer Elliot Carr
That look, That blank look, With face contorted, Mouth gaping,
Words: Cassandra Kulay
Words. I stand transfixed by them. Dancing over pages, crisp and white and still with the silence of death, steeped in the revolving joy of life.
Doing My Part: Stephen Sigurdson
On a deserted road, nowhere to go, feeling alone to my core, my will exhausted, body sore, without the
Slaves to the Past: Robert St. Germain
When we are slaves to the past, the fun never lasts. Each and every day we are lost in yesterday. It's hard to move on when you stand in concrete. You cannot escape with chains on your feet.
The Sea: Richard Edwards
The sky is dark, the sky is stark, it is carrying thunder and lightning, it is frightening, The lightning flashed, thunder boomed, it spoke to us of our doom, the forks of lightning fell.
The Frozen Woman: Mary-Jane Harper
The ice is dripping, I am frozen, my heart broken. The sun it shines, it does not melt my, heart.
Castle: Lisa Martin
No turning back Not all clocks Can be reset Around the ground Grass does grow So high, so hidden
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